Horror short stories - Chicago P.D - FAN FIC

The loss.

Chicago is a city a lot of people now call the murder city. It's true. Summer Willhite had first hand experience of this. Being a female police detective is hard enough; but when your past comes to stab you in the back for the second time, you're far from being 'normal'. Working a case on a murderer who has managed to wriggle their way out of being a suspect for over 15 years decides to come back and haunt the city of Chicago. // Gregg Yates the psychopath of the 21st century. 13 years ago he killed 3 women, brutally, harshly, inhumanly. He's the man straight out of a detective's nightmare; especially Summer's. After 10 years of being in the dark Yates has risen once again; already stricken 6 young innocent women. The reason we know It's him... green nail polish. Yes, green nail polish not something you'd expect a serial killer to have as part of their MO. Every single victim had green nail polish - exact same as the 3 victims 13 years ago. With New York detectives helping since this happened in their city also 13 years ago. 2 women in New York. One in Chicago... driven to New York, this girl was never found. //Now, Summer was in a basement? It was dark. Eerie. Felt like she was in hell. She passed on, somehow, no one knew why... or she was missing? 6 months it had been, living like an animal for slaughter; like she was getting marinated, ready for the execution. Her wrists and ankles tied up with rope, tied to a gas tube. She was definitely in someone's basement; who's? She had no idea. Summer struggled to keep her eyes open - flowing in and out of consciousness. Her wrists and ankles were marked with red, brown and purple bruising from the rope, burning at her skin, looking for a weakness. A man came gliding down the stairs; a murderous grin plastered on his face, a knife in hand. He had come to set her free? Rescue her? No. He forcefully grabbed her forearm, stabbing viciously into her, carving something. She felt a course of paralysing pain. Screams flooded out of her mouth as the man laughed and carved away at her skin. Gouging 'traitor' deeper and deeper. She screamed and screamed and screamed.// Summer jolted up; sweating, crying and overall, traumatized. Noticing she was in her apartment, just how she left it before going to bed. 3am - witching hour, could explain the nightmare... or re-living of her past. The past she tried so desperately to cover up, conceal, not let anyone see her weakness. // Working late that night was unpleasant to say the least. Gregg had been in custody for a few hours that day. Unfortunately not having strong enough evidence, meant he walked away. He was winning. Like he did so many years ago. Summer kept her distance; not wanting a similar jump scare as this morning. Voight came in asking for them to keep working the case, follow any hunches they had, anything, they just needed something to get somewhere with this case. "And then Nadia..." He trailed off as he turned around to see her chair empty. Giving each other concerned looks, Jay found a note on his computer. "She's gone out on an errand." he said waving the note. Discussing possible whereabouts for Nadia, only ended in one - Gregg Yates. Searching for her started immediately. Only to find a smashed birthday cake on a parking space ground. She had taken Erin's car, which was a start... right? The smashed birthday cake was definitely from Nadia, it had: 'Happy 30th Birthday Erin' in pink icing from what they could put together and work the rest out. this was a 'sucks to be you, in you face' Chicago P.D from Greg himself. Summer was blaming herself for this. She'd let someone down... again.// Months later they were getting close to finding Nadia. They were at a beach, which had a forest attached to it. A fog set over only the trees. Sending a shiver down her spine as they went looking. She stopped in her tracks. She'd found Nadia... White as paper, bruising on her neck, wrists, ankles. Finger nails painted green. Gregg had won.